Morning everyone - have been very absent from last thread due to complete and utter life overwhelm.
If anyone remembers I was the lunatic considering going abroad with my iron after having known him for a few weeks, during a global pandemic
I had gruesome court proceedings going on in the run up to Christmas with my exh - without being too outing will just say it was absolutely horrendous and thankfully he made a total tit of himself in court under cross examination so I didn't have to rely on the judge being anything other than a functioning human being to put him firmly back in his box. But still. Honestly, having an abusive/personality disordered ex husband is the gift that keeps on giving.
Straight after that finished we went off on our trip - before that it had all been pretty cool between us and I was tentatively excited that I might - gosh - have met someone with proper potential. Long story short is that we did get on really well, had a great time, BUT - and I couldn't help thinking of Thread Rule no.13 as it all unfolded... the thing that you ignore early on will undo you later - not sure this is 100% reflective of the situation BUT I remember voicing early on that I wasn't sure he was over the end of his marriage and sure enough, I think for him being away on holiday with someone else triggered all sorts of feelings and there has been a distinct slight pulling back since then. He is a thoroughly decent bloke and we do get on ridiculously well, so there's no ghosting or otherwise bad behaviour.
It's a good job because once again I've been reminded that I am completely useless if contact changes in any way. Last iron (who ended up ghosting, lying, totally unable to be upfront about things) drove me to near-insanity with over promising in early days and then suddenly changing behaviour. Even with someone being kind and communicative about it all - my reaction is disproportionate. MrR has a ton of shit on his plate (redundancy, starting a business, impending divorce, 92 yr old mother living with him during pandemic, etc etc) and yet I am still driven to think that absolutely everything is ALL ABOUT ME and struggle to separate my feelings of abandonment/rejection from everything else.
Finding it all so stressful. We met on Sunday for a hike which was lovely, but it now looks as though no meetings till the end of this lockdown which I reckon will be mid-March. I've got my own shit going on (impending redundancy too and need to get new job lined up) and need to focus on myself and NOT be angsting about bloody men.
Sympathy to all others in similar situation, and enduring 'lockdown longing'!